Prim

I've written before that when Rachel wants to be dismissive of someone she thinks is too concerned about fussy things in life (like, oh, manners and makeup), she calls them "prim." As in, what she told me the other day -- "You're 10 percent prim."

"What does 10 percent prim mean?" I said.

"You love dresses," she answered. "And you're crazy about dinner manners!"

My cousin, Ruth ("Auntie Ruth" to Rachel), she said, is 91 percent prim.

"Why 91 percent?" I asked.

"Because she doesn't like camping and she'll ONLY SLEEP IN A CABIN!" Rachel exclaimed. "I hate cabins!" She said she'd much rather sleep in a tent.

Aunties Amanda and Jenn ... I believe your work here is done.:)

Rachel also informed me tonight that she doesn't like makeup because, "it doesn't make me look like me." She also thinks that Mommy is too concerned with makeup. "You don't need makeup!" she frequently tells me. "You're obsessed with makeup! You look fine without it!"

This, of course, does not prevent her from trying on makeup at Ivy's house (Ivy is obsessed with makeup; she wants to marry a billionaire and be a celebrity and live in a big house, blah blah blah; here's hoping Rachel won't turn into that when she, too, hits 2nd grade). I think she lets Ivy put makeup on her because she wants to humor her. I believe Ivy thinks Rachel is her younger sister.